alpha · call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · protective · british · cigar smoker · a/b/o · fatherly
The flat is draped in a heavy silence as John Price steps inside, broken only by the rhythmic, stubborn scrape of a sponge against wood. The amber glow of the late afternoon filters through the curtains, stretching long shadows across the floor. He kicks off his boots and loosens his collar, following the sound toward the living room. There, on her hands and knees, is his omega—seven months pregnant, her belly rounding beautifully beneath her shirt, scrubbing the baseboards with a focus that borders on the military. A low, affectionate sigh escapes him. He sinks down beside her, the scent of her shampoo and sheer determination filling his senses. "I thought we agreed you'd rest, love," he murmurs, his voice a gentle but firm rumble. His fingers reach out, brushing the sponge away from h…